Title: Hungry
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Josef Kostan/Mick St. John
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,224
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Josef Kostan or Mick St. John, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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There was something wrong. He could tell. He could always tell.

Even before Mick stepped out of the elevator, he knew that something strange was going on. He never had a problem sensing the presence of another vampire, but there was something strange about this one. There was no animosity, no sense of danger.

But something had happened. He could feel it. He could smell it. He could smell the blood, that coppery scent that was impossible to cover up. Even if no one was attempting to cover it -- and that seemed to be the case now.

Should he burst into his apartment and confront whoever was there? Mick hesitated by the door, closing his eyes and letting his senses radiate outwards. He couldn't feel any tension, or any sense that there was someone behind that door who wanted to do him harm.

Fuck it, he thought, taking a deep breath. The worst thing that could happen was that there would be a vampire in his apartment who was good at masking their true intentions -- and if that was so, then he would just have to fight them as best he could, and hope that he'd win.

Fitting the key into the lock, he opened the door -- and stepped into a scene of chaos.

There was blood splattered around his entire apartment. On the walls, on the floor, on the couch -- even on the computer screen, for fuck's sake! What the hell had happened here?

For a few moments, Mick was paralyzed with shock. He couldn't move, couldn't speak; he couldn't do anything but gape at the mess that someone had made of his living room. It would take forever to clean up the amount of blood that had been spilled.

"Hey, Mick."

Mick's head jerked up when he heard Josef's voice, his eyes widening as he saw his boyfriend coming down the steps from the loft. His face was smeared with blood, and he was wiping his hands on one of Mick's good towels.

"What the hell did you do?" Mick burst out before he could stop himself. He'd known that Josef could be capable of carnage, but something like this didn't seem like his style at all.

Josef heaved a sigh as he reached the bottom of the stairs and walked over to stand in front of Mick. "I got lonely," he said in a soft tone, tilting his head and looking at Mick through his lashes. "And then I got hungry. Dinner got a little out of control."

Mick sighed, closing his eyes and pushing his irritation back. Josef wasn't usually so careless, but he'd been under a lot of stress lately. Still, he wanted an explanation for what had happened here tonight. From the looks of things, the story would be interesting.

"How the hell did things get this out of hand?" he asked, waving a hand at the mess. "You're not usually this messy with your feeding, Josef."

"There were two of them," Josef said with a sigh. "I had some of my .... associates .... bring them over. And neither of them were in the mood to be dinner, so I had to change their minds for them. Only one of them was a little, errr .... stronger than I expected him to be."

Mick closed his eyes, counting to ten mentally before he opened them again. "Josef, you know I don't want that kind of thing going on in my home. What the fuck were you thinking? I know you didn't bring those guys over here to keep you company before dinner."

"Please." Josef frowned. "I have better taste than that. A couple of friends brought them over."

"Then your friends should have stayed and made sure things didn't so out of control," Mick snapped, turning back to Josef with a scowl. "Don't ever do this again, Josef. I mean it. I know you're a spoiled brat used to getting your own way, but --"

"I'm sorry, Mick. Really," Josef said, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll make it up to you. I promise. I don't know how yet, but I will. Name anything you want, I'll do it for you. Anything."

Mick let out another sigh, shaking his head tiredly. He shouldn't let his boyfriend twist him around that gorgeous little finger like this, but .... Josef was obviously contrite about what he'd done. And Mick couldn't resist him when he put on that adorable pout.

Still, he didn't intend to let Josef off the hook too easily.

He took a step forward as he surveyed his apartment again, wrinkling his nose. This was going to take some time to clean up. And he didn't plan on lifting a finger to do it himself. No, that was going to be up to Josef. It was the least his boyfriend could do after making this mess.

"I'll clean it up," Josef said in a small voice. "I didn't mean for things to get so out of hand. I'll replace all the stuff that got damaged, okay?" He reached for Mick's hand, glancing at him through those long lashes again. "Forgive me?"

He didn't want to forgive too readily. But he couldn't resist that innocent look, and Josef knew it.

"Okay," he sighed, wishing that there was somewhere to sit down that wasn't coated with blood. "But you'd better be ready to write one hell of a check to replace everything. And you're the one who's going to scrub the blood off the floor. And the walls."

"Already taken care of." Josef smiled, cocking his head as footsteps sounded in the hall outside. "The crew should be here already to get rid of whatever needs to be taken out. And they'll be back with a new couch, curtains, whatever else you need."

"So you intend to redecorate around the blood?" Mick turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Sounds like your 'dinner' clocked you on the head a few times if you think that's going to happen."

"Oh, I should have mentioned that there's also a crew coming to paint the walls and redo the floor," Josef told him, smirking as he spoke. "We'll be spending the night at my place tonight while yours gets redone. It was the least I could do."

Why hadn't he expected this? It was just the sort of thing that Josef would do.

But at least he could say that life with his boyfriend was never dull. With Josef, he would never sink into a dull routine; there would always be some kind of excitement -- even if it was the wrong kind.

Mick stared at his boyfriend, realizing after several moments that he was gaping in shock. He closed his mouth with a snap, an unwilling smile curving his lips. "You think of everything, don't you?" he asked softly, turning towards the door just as someone knocked.

"I try," Josef told him as he opened the door, unable to keep the smug satisfaction out of his voice.

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